Young Boy

Young Boy walking down the street 
yeah I like the way your moving those dancing feet
Young boys with your head in the clouds, 
tell me man are you ever ever coming down?

And he said, I hear you talking, 
and I see you walking down my road
And I hear those words you saying, 
but I’ve never done, as my mothers told

Young boy with a glint in his eye, 
walking down the street, might as well be in the sky
Young boy with dirt on his shoes, 
nothing to win, but then again nothing to lose

And he said I see that look your giving 
but all I wanna do is a little living

Am I any harm to you, with the things I say, 
and all the crazy things I do

And he said I see that look your giving 
but all I wanna do is a little living

Am I any harm to you, with the things I say, 
and all the crazy things I do